Desperate

Summary:
I know there's a few of those stories where either Jacob or Leah imprint on someone in another pack but this is different. What if imprinting doesn't always grant happiness and love? The night Leah Clearwater imprinted she was desperate to be rid of her love for Sam. Her imprint's name is Nick and he's a werewolf from another pack in the east. He's dealing with a pain that may be just as great as hers. She's dedicated to her imprint and he to her but neither of them feel the love that's supposed to come with imprinting. Sometimes even imprinting can't cure a broken heart. Can they fall in love the normal way? On top of all of this the soul mate and imprint of one of Leah's pack brothers is killed by a fellow werewolf. The pain and guilt is tearing her pack apart. Somehow it all keeps getting worse from there. Is there really such thing as happily ever after? Or is life just agony and sadness? So I decided I loved this banner best! It was made by my lovely beta Delenda!

Notes:
I know what you're thinking... 'WHAT she's writing ANOTHER story even though she's in the middle of two!' Well... I'm stuck, in both of my stories. So I started this one! I was just listening to Desperate by David Archuleta and I started to think about Leah. So this story popped into my head and I wrote it down. And I do not own the Twilight series obviously. I know there's a disclaimer at the bottom of this site but I like to be safe and put it in here anyways. Enjoy!

4. Chapter 4: Angel

Seems like just yesterdayYou were a part of meI used to stand so tallI used to be so strongYour arms around me tightEverything, it felt so rightUnbreakable, like nothin' could go wrongNow I can't breatheNo, I can't sleepI'm barely hanging on

Here I am, once againI'm torn into piecesCan't deny it, can't pretendJust thought you were the oneBroken up, deep insideBut you won't get to see the tears I cryBehind these hazel eyes

I told you everythingOpened up and let you inYou made me feel alrightFor once in my lifeNow all that's left of meIs what I pretend to beSo together, but so broken up inside'Cause I can't breatheNo, I can't sleepI'm barely hangin' on

“Sam, I’ve imprinted.”

“Uh, that’s great Leah!” Sam sounded distracted as he spoke to me over the phone.

“His name is Nick Gilek,” I said.

“Cool Le… Emily are you ok?” he suddenly yelled making me jump.

“I’m fine!” Emily’s voice called back followed by a giggle.

“Um, I gotta go. Talk to you later okay Lee-lee?” The line went dead.

The rest of the pack had cheered and whooped when they found out. They were all so excited that I’d ‘gotten over Sam’. I hadn’t told them that it wasn’t the same for me as for them.

Sam acted like he barely cared at all. In fact it sounded like he wasn’t really even paying attention. Then he called me Lee-lee.

I pulled back my arm and threw my cell phone as hard as I could. Nick who was sitting next to me on my front steps watched it grow smaller and smaller until it dissapeared into the trees.

“That bad?” he asked quietly like he hadn’t heard the entire conversation with his super werewolf hearing.

I turned, stormed up the steps, and slammed the front door behind me. I went straight to my bedroom where I curled up in a ball and started to cry. Why was my spirit wolf so stupid that I couldn’t even imprint right? I wanted so badly to forget Sam.

Here I am, once againI'm torn into piecesCan't deny it, can't pretendJust thought you were the oneBroken up, deep insideBut you won't get to see the tears I cryBehind these hazel eyes

Swallow me then spit me outFor hating you, I blame myselfSeeing you it kills me nowNo, I don't cry on the outsideAnymore...

I figured Nick wouldn’t follow me but I guess I was wrong. The bed creaked slightly as he sat down next to me and took my hand in his huge warm one. There was nothing romantic about the gesture; he was simply trying to comfort me. I closed my eyes as he brushed my hair out of my face. He didn’t speak, only let me cry out all of my pain.

When no more tears would come and I felt wet, sticky, pitiful, and hideous I lay trembling on my side. The springs creaked again as Nick moved to lie down next to me. When I peeked through my soggy eyelashes at him he was staring at the ceiling with a dead expression. Finally he spoke.

“Want to talk about it?” he murmured.

Without thinking about it I started to talk. I told him everything from the moment I first saw Sam to the present time. I’d never told anyone everything like this before. It felt good to get it all out. I think just telling my story started to heal me a bit.

Nick listened quietly through it all. He didn’t interrupt. I was glad of that. When I finished he held me thoughtfully in his strong arms until my hiccupping sobs faded away.

“I know it hurts. Sometimes I think that fate is cruel,” he sighed.

I realized right then that I liked Nick holding me like this. It felt nice and right. After he helped me through this sob session I felt different about him. I decided that I loved him in a way, just a little bit.

Nick had comforted me in a way nobody else could have. He was my own personal miracle. Already I was starting to feel soothed by his presence. Nick was my angel.

“What about you?” I asked.

His breathing got deeper. I watched his eyes squeeze shut tightly. My fingers started to trace patterns on his chest. He’d never put his shirt back on. I’d left it in the corner of my room after dressing in my own clothes. He didn’t seem to notice what I was doing as he began to speak.

He told me the story of a werewolf who fell head over heels in love with a girl when he was 18. They dated for a couple of years and he eventually asked her to marry him. She said yes. Only a month before the wedding his best friend imprinted. I knew his story didn’t have a happy ending but I still whimpered when he described his pain. We were so alike.

“You’re right,” I told him. “Fate is cruel.”

Here I am, once againI'm torn into piecesCan't deny it, can't pretendJust thought you were the oneBroken up, deep insideBut you won't get to see the tears I cryBehind these hazel eyes

We were both quiet for a moment. Each of us was thinking about our own pain along with each others. Finally Nick sighed and pulled his arms back.

“Well I’ll let you get to sleep. Goodnight Miss.” Just like that he was gone.

I lay there feeling stunned by his sudden departure. I decided that Nick was kind of weird, or maybe more like mysterious. Wondering why the heck he was so eager to leave I snuggled deep into my blankets. I fell asleep almost immediately.

For the first time in a long time I didn’t have a nightmare. Sam’s face didn’t haunt my dreams. Instead I dreamt of Nick. In my dream he almost glowed. It was peaceful, dreaming about my angel.

Here I am, once againI'm torn into piecesCan't deny it, can't pretendJust thought you were the oneBroken up, deep insideBut you won't get to see the tears I cryBehind these hazel eyes